"You asked Jiucheng Qiu to deliver food to Hua Yixian?"
Regarding Leng Ningchi's doubts, Shui Miaomiao laughed and said, "Why, you are still afraid that Ninefold Revenge will poison the food."
"Isn't that enough?" Leng Ningchi casually asked, anyone can send it as long as they don't let those animals come out.
Leng Ningchi also heard Shui Miaomiao talk about Hua Yixian's loss of control later, and it was scary to hear it.
"Raise your head."
Leng Ningchi put medicine on Shui Miaomiao's ears, "I don't know yet. She was fine in the morning, but she disappeared all afternoon. How could you hurt your ears?"
“There are many causes of tinnitus, such as middle ear obstruction, Eustachian tube dysfunction, temporomandibular joint disorder, sinus pressure, barotrauma, etc., or it may also occur after eating certain foods, excessive stress, fatigue, etc. Symptoms of tinnitus.”
Leng Ning looked at Shui Miaomiao strangely. She was a little proud that she could name so many possibilities.
"So you have become a good doctor after a long illness? I think I need to call a doctor."
"Don't be so exaggerated." Shui Miaomiao said nonsensically, "My tinnitus is caused by being frightened and tired. Hua Yixian wouldn't let him out of the yard, so he squeezed me and ordered so many dishes every day."
"Did you cook tonight's dinner?" Leng Ningchi didn't even bother to expose Shui Miaomiao's excuse.
"Oh, Ningchi~" Shui Miaomiao coquettishly approached Leng Ningchi.
Leng Ningchi covered the medicine jar, stood up ruthlessly, and refused Shui Miaomiao's coquettishness. Please keep your distance.
"You don't love me anymore." Shui Miaomiao lay on the table and looked at Leng Ningchi aggrievedly.
Leng Ningchi said resolutely and unmoved, "It's for your own good." He was too cold.
Forget it, let's talk about something else. Shui Miaomiao looked at the faint tiredness in Leng Ningchi's eyes and asked, "Have you still not been able to sleep well recently?"
"No." Leng Ningchi shook his head.
"What's the use of the Saint Yuan Ancestor!"
"Be careful, the ancestor is standing outside the door again."
Shui Miaomiao turned back and looked at the door. It was unusual for the Saint Yuan Ancestor to come this late at night, "Don't scare me."
Leng Ning shook her head with a smile and comforted Shui Miaomiao, "I'm really feeling much better."
Although I still dream at night, the Ice Palace becomes increasingly clear...
Leng Ning breathed a sigh of relief and watched the mist turn into frost.
After learning the teachings of the Holy Yuan Ancestor, this dream became more and more real. Leng Ning looked at the palace made of pure ice around him and felt cold.
Frost spreads up along the fingertips, biting the cold.
Leng Ningchi looked at his hand and was stunned for a moment, then looked forward and took the first step. He could move! Then Leng Ningchi ran forward wildly.
Before half of his arm was covered with ice, Leng Ningchi saw a high platform with an ice coffin on it.
Is this the culprit that bothers me?
Leng Ningchi took a deep breath, held up her skirt, and walked up step by step. The cold air on the high platform became heavier and heavier, and Leng Ningchi's body was already covered with frost.
Before walking up all the steps, Leng Ningchi couldn't hold on anymore. With a startling glance, Leng Ningchi saw that there seemed to be a sleeping baby in the ice coffin.
Then, Leng Ningchi woke up from the cold.
Sitting up from the bed, Leng Ning looked at the frost slowly melting on her fingertips. This dream was really real.
Just, a baby?
Ever since she was woken up by the cold that day, Leng Ningchi felt as if she had been driven out of a dream. She had no dreams at all, but Leng Ningchi still didn't sleep well.
How can it be a baby?
It is impossible for babies to appear in the world of gods and demons. How could a baby endure the cold in the Ice Palace?
Tonight, Leng Ningchi was ready to take the initiative. After saying good night to Shui Miaomiao, he went back to the room, lay down on the bed, held the necklace unwillingly, and started to use the teachings of the Holy Yuan Ancestor.
"Aqiu~" The cold air in the Ice Palace seemed to be getting worse.
Leng Ning rubbed her hands together, and after she could move her feet, she ran forward desperately.
With her hair frozen, Leng Ningchi stepped onto the first step.
There were still two or three steps to reach the top, but the frozen Leng Ningchi was no longer able to move forward. He looked forward and looked at the ice coffin. Inside was no longer a baby, but a five or six-year-old child.
After a few more days and nights, Leng Ningchi watched the original baby in the ice coffin transform into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Leng Ningchi also successfully climbed the last step.
His hands touched the ice coffin.
Leng Ningchi heard a 'click' sound, and the picture he saw shattered, and his perspective changed to looking up, as if he was lying in an ice coffin.
At that moment, it felt like a hundred years had passed, from a baby to a teenager to now. I couldn't move or speak, I could only look at that point, endless loneliness.
"What happened! Ningchi!"
Shui Miaomiao, who was playing machete in the yard early in the morning, heard the crying coming from Leng Ningchi's room and kicked the door open.
"Ningchi!" Shui Miaomiao rushed to the bed in three steps and took Leng Ningchi into his arms. What kind of nightmare was this? She cried heartbreakingly.
Shui Miaomiao patted Leng Ningchi's back and called softly.
Leng Ningchi opened his eyes with anxiety. After seeing Shui Miaomiao, he subconsciously crawled into Shui Miaomiao's arms, "What's wrong?" Shui Miaomiao hugged Leng Ningchi and asked softly.
"I dreamed about it when I was little."
As a child? Was Leng Ningchi so scary when he was a kid?
Leng Ningchi always felt that he was lonely. There were many people around him when he was a child, but they would only teach designated things and would not say another word to him.
Similar to the person in the ice coffin, he could not move or speak, he could only look at that point and feel the passage of time without stopping.
Although he can move and speak, he is still controlled by others.
After breaking free from that hundred years of loneliness, Leng Ningchi dreamed back to her childhood, where she was a person again and had endless things to learn.
Suddenly returning to his childhood, he felt that everything he had now was fake. Without Miaomiao, there was nothing. This frightened Leng Ningchi.
"Miaomiao." Leng Ningchi shouted.
"Yeah, I'm here."
Leng Ning buried her head in Shui Miaomiao's arms, raised a hand and pinched Shui Miaomiao's face. She wanted to confirm whether Shui Miaomiao really existed.
Leng Ningchi touched Shui Miaomiao's face and left immediately after touching it.
"You'll always be here, right?"
"Of course." Shui Miaomiao affirmed, looking at Leng Ningchi's hand that slowly retracted, "You just wanted to pinch me, right?"
"No." Leng Ningchi didn't want to admit that the childish move just now was what she wanted to do.
"Pinch it if you want." Shui Miaomiao grabbed Leng Ningchi's hand and pressed it to her face, "But my face is not very fun to pinch. If you are interested, get up soon and we will go pinch flowers together. Yixian’s face, his face is so tender!”
"I don't want to pinch Hua Yixian's face at all, and he won't let me pinch him either."
"Let the little puppy hold him down first, and then we can squeeze him as much as we want."
"Since when did the little puppy listen to you?"
"Ever since I discovered that its master doesn't smell as good as before."
Leng Ningchi laughed out loud after hearing this, and Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh after she finished speaking.
I still don’t know why Hua Yixian is so popular with animals. Shui Miaomiao blames it on the taste. The exercises taught by the Holy Yuan Ancestor are so good. Hua Yixian went from attracting bees and butterflies to being disgusted by his constitution and was raised by himself. beast.
